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Get Your Walk On

Xzibit

Restless

2000

to flow, while rockin' the boat (yeah)
Probably smoke three-hundred thousand dollars in dope
Don't make my Desert Eagle barrel touch the back of your

just a little bit
Posing look so innocent
On the gram you killing shit yea
Im never doing to much
I never need me to much no
Pour a lil drink a lil smoke

the 'hunnids, not the ones
Bitch I'm 'bout the muscle, we could really get it on, like
Lil' baby, I can't speak on what I did
I smoke loud pack, you smoke mids

starting to look like me
I'ma smoke my weed
'cause I don't want to smoke yours
And I pour four every time I pour

Like, was you saying something bitch?
You

If you wanna roll we can roll it up
If you wanna smoke we can smoke wherever
We can go just where you want
Baby I just wanna ride with ya
If you

you know I kept one up
Thinking I was a birdy and got your lil shit plucked
Tried to take me out the game that's what your mans sent up
Tried to get up

about money or pussy 
Then you can leave it at the Door
Cause we in the zone get a band then I flip it 
Lil bitch aint got time for caking on the Phone
I

sticks now
Boy you could get hit down
We shoot for the clouds now
We smoke by the pound now, we smoke by the pound now, we smoke by the pound now
If I pull

with a savage, uh
cnything she want, she can have it (cnything)
Trap shit, watch a nigga make these bags flip

[Verse 2: Young Smoke]
I fell in love, I

on go
Gucci flip flops 
I can't ever flop
Just because my new money won't fold
Red like a lobster
Fuck with no oppas
I just thought this something 
You

Bitch it's Lil Bandz ain't no felony
Money flip why do that snitch wanna tell on me
We turning up in the telly
She drunk and got dick in her belly

see this shit
Heavy hip, my fourth leg a clip
I'm gone Flip The Zip

Big Bank Take Lil Bank
Big Rank Take Lil Rank
Big Dank Take Lil Dank
Stop waves

the yolla I whip it a nigga making magic
Them niggas O D they taking bath salt
I'll slam your face real hard on the asphalt
Then the game over like Lil Flip
I

I miss my nigga free lil bookie till lil kuz coming home
Smacking niggas in they head nigga tried to get me gone
My own family really diss me tried

twistin', doin' flips
Yeah, I flip her, said yo flow is sick, my flow is sicker
The gang be giving out so many shots to niggas, ain't no liquor
Yeah, I'm

Lil bitch imma get on your hoe
Turn her to my main bitch slide to Ruth Chris real quick
Been fucking ain't nobody know
Y'all love to talk down

behind my back, smoke in the air, legs spread, face buried in the back seat
Flip me over and press on my neck, Take me slow and Then Gear it up to Max

down, flip that
Tap that, clap that
Why
Cause we rolling, yeah we rolling
And I'm holding, and I'll smoke something
We rolling, yeah we rolling
If there's

Tryna make it by
Tryna make it by
Working all day
Please don't kill my vibe



Crazy how we aged
Life doesn't stops
It just flips another page
Girls had

glue 
They stuck to my junk like a strap with Velcro 
Music tempo flip like calypso 
Dance move, Jackson, I'm on my tip toes 
Zippo lighter I smoke

steppers with me, know they keep a G lock
And they 'bouta finger fuck the trigger find the G spot
Chico got them J's doin' flips for a lil' rock
And I'm

let's go, hold up
Tryna count the money while I drive, I almost crashed the whip
Rap don't work, then it's cool, I got packs to flip
Every song bout

(yeah)
'Cause I'm in the streets and still put in work (no cap)
My lil' nigga'll smoke him and won't think (gang)
I keep that bitch coming back like

You can never step to my zoo lil bitch
You can never have my view lil bitch
I bet on my self I flew lil bitch
You ain't even got a clue lil bitch
How